The Shore
I used to drift near the dock,
Always in sight of the shore,
Feeling safe,
Confident,
But not anymore.
My boat slowly drifted,
To places far, unknown,
Sailing farther,
Farther
And the waves let out a moan.
Storms raging and fierce,
Brought me farther from the shore,
Loudly screaming,
Blinding,
And my confidence was no more.
I knelt in frenzied prayer,
On tears I began to choke,
Earnestly begging,
Hopeless,
Because my heart had broke.
Lost and unsure,
I looked to the sky,
The fog then lifted,
Drifted,
And I saw birds once again fly.
In the distance I joyfully saw,
A speck of land like a rod,
Green and dry,
Safe and sound,
And I cried and thanked my God.
But my journey is not over,
I still paddle slowly to my shore,
Ever nearing,
Recovering,
The confidence that did pierce my core.
The Shore, again
The sun on my face,
My feet in the sand,
A sure and firm foundation,
I’ve finally reached the land.
Light is all around me,
I feel my burdens lifted,
My arms strong from my paddling,
And I know I am gifted.
God’s own creation,
He makes no mistakes,
His very own daughter,
Not one thing He gave me, is a fake.
I must not insult my Maker,
By insulting myself,
I’ve taken all my burdens,
And placed them on a shelf.
I’ve locked them all away,
Won’t ever again let them in,
I’ve finally reached the shore!
A new life I can now begin.
Tears
I stood in line,
Watched every victim,
Of some sort of trial,
Shed their tears.
One tear for every hardship,
One for every hurt,
For every sin.
And He stood by,
Watching,
Weeping,
Hurting,
Because He loves us.
The tears fall one by one,
Into the cup.
The bottomless cup,
That would overflow.
It came my turn.
The tears fell,
Hundreds of them.
For every sin,
Every trial,
Every hurt.
I bitterly wept,
And He watched,
Knowing,
Understanding,
Hurting,
For me.
I was the last to weep,
And as I shed my final tear,
I looked up,
And He drank of that bitter cup,
As His own tears,
Ran down from his face.
He drank our tears,
My tears.
And he cried them all,
Twofold,
For us. For me.
And I felt my heart lighten,
Brighten,
Because He understood,
And I stood,
Watching,
Knowing,
No longer hurting,
And grateful,
Because He loves me.
Magic
See there’s this magic…
But you don’t know about it,
I didn’t even know,
Until I met you.
But now I feel it
Every time I see your face,
Hear your voice,
Touch your hand,
Read your name…
The magic ignites in me,
Sends my stomach fluttering,
Makes worries disappear,
And reappear as butterflies.
Turns my speech to stutter,
My smiles to nervous laughter,
And you don’t even know…
See it’s not my fault!
It’s the magic.
And the spell you cast on me,
And you don’t even know!
Or do you?
The magic also gives me hope
That you feel it too,
When you see me.
And yet, I sometimes forget
That magic is magic,
And anything can happen.
I wonder how I, I mean me,
Could cast my spell on you?
But magic is fantasy
So let’s pretend you do know,
You feel the spark,
The butterflies,
The magic…
Circle
What is life? What is death?
I can tell you, I know the answer.
Do you dare to listen my friend?
I can tell you there is no beginning,
For a circle doesn’t have a start.
I can tell you how there is no ceasing,
For a circle doesn’t have an end.
What is life? What is death?
They are one and the same.
A circle has no beginning,
A circle has no end.
